I carry a blade with me
in only a place the i can see
i carry the shiny friend
who helps my life to end
i know I'm ugly i know I'm fat
you told me to be accepted my belly has to be flat
so many people are close to the end
why dont people look deeper to find a good friend
i want to cut ant the wrist
and have the blood run down my fist
it feels so good
i know its something i should
i write because i dont know what to say
because everyone will think its gay
